voices. i hear mumbling voices, familiar ones. my head was still hurting, and i can't seem to open my eyes. "you still don't see it, do you?" oh, chaeng's here?

last thing i remember was fainting in that jerk's room. i seem to have forgotten to take a meal again.

"see what?"

bambam's here? i tried to open my eyes once again, but to no avail. "you know she loves you, right?"

who is this she that she's referring to? "lisa? well of course i know that! we're family after all." bambam replied.

"i mean, don't you love her?"

"huh? i do, i love lisa. she's almost like a sister to me."

oh, so they're talking about me?

i badly want to get up, and leave wherever i am as of now. jungkook's right, he can never love me more than a family. he will never reciprocate what i feel towards him. i got so mad at jungkook, but what he said was true. to him, i'm just his sister — nothing more, nothing less.

i woke up after what seemed like hours of sleeping. this time, i could finally open my eyes. i scanned the area and realized that i was in my room.

"sorry if the soup's cold, i underestimated how long you'd be asleep." i looked to my side where the voice was coming from. "jungkook sunbaenim?" i asked in surprise. what is he doing here?

"what are you doing in my room? aren't you trespassing?" i asked.

"technically speaking, you were also in my room earlier this day. so, it's a fair game."

i huffed in annoyance, "can you stop being a jerk, even just for now?" i pleaded. i am not having any of his childish comebacks, not at this time.

he didn't give any expression as he answered nonchalantly, "i was only stating facts, didn't know that would make me a jerk."

she's almost like a sister to me. i shut my eyes as his words kept on echoing through my mind. i should've seen it coming. i should've seen the difference in how i look at him, and how he looks at me. there is love, yes, but there was no attraction. bambam never looked at me like that.

"hey, are you crying?" he asked. "please get out, sunbaenim." i pleaded as my eyes continue to get teary.

he looked at me with those deep brown eyes of him, "geez, i was just concerned here."

"i want to be alone, sunbaenim." i lowered my head, trying to hide my face from him. just when i thought this day couldn't get any worse. i couldn't take the embarrassment i was feeling.

i vigorously wiped away my tears. when is all of this going to stop? first, rejection from the man i admire. now, crying in front of this jerk? i didn't want this jerk to see me in this state, yet i can't help it.

i was so sure that my face is cherry red, from all this crying i've been doing. it hurt, to think that the person i love didn't love me back. i always thought it'll be bambam and i, yet it seems like the opposite. i'll be alone for sure, it will just be me and —

"kook."

my breath caught in my throat before i looked up. "what?" i managed to whisper.

he looked away and sighed, while resting his elbow on the bedside table. "just call me kook."

"oh," i mumbled, "okay." for unknown reasons, hearing hin say those four words made me feel better. silence filled the room for a bit, before i was able to calm down completely.

"what happened earlier? all i remember is losing consciousness." i said.

"yeah you did, good thing i managed to catch you just in time." he replied. i furrowed my eyebrows as i try to register his words. he saved me?

"i jumped, you weren't that far from my bed, if what you're thinking is how you landed into my arms." he answered, as if he read my mind.

"why?"

he held his stare at me for seconds, before pulling away. it seems like he struggled to find the right words to my question.

"what do you mean why? i just don't want seeing you hurt, you brat." he said. "besides, if you have an accident, then who's going to take care of me? a deal's a deal."

selfish jerk, i'm in this condition and still he thinks of himself? his mind is still on our little deal? pathetic.

"how'd i end up here?" i questioned, still confused about the earlier events.

"i called bambam, but he wasn't answering. i also didn't want to burden my hyungs, so i brought you here all by myself." he replied.

"how?" i raised an eyebrow.

"before approving you as my care-taker, i had someone to scan basic informations about you. so i know your address." i glared at him upon hearing those words. the heck is wrong with this guy, he treats me like some kind of criminal. "safety reasons." he continued.

"whatever," i said, "though i meant, how did you bring me here with that stupid leg of yours?"

jungkook scowled at the wall he was facing. "i hopped." a small smile appeared in my face, but i tried to mask it.

i looked at him and asked, "so, why are you still here then?"

he leaned back in the chair he was sitting on, stretching his bad leg. "a thank you would be nice, brat." he scowled.

a snort escaped from me, but he was right. after all, he did go all the way here. "thank you, kook." i replied in a small voice.

he scanned me further, making me furrow my eyebrows at him. he got up after a long exhale of breath. "i'll leave you now." he said.

as he stood, he kept his bad leg bent and made to hop his way towards the door. i can't help but chuckle at what i'm seeing. he looked so dumb. suddenly, he swerved his head towards me, "continue laughing and i'll kill you." he said.

"okay, then you can tell everyone that i am already tired of taking you that i killed myself." i replied.

"whatever." he chuckled. when he was about to leave, he turned to me once more. "please try not to cry next time, you look better when you're mad." he teasingly said, yet the first words that came out sounded different. was that concern i sensed in his voice?

"and sorry for what i've said earlier."

as soon as the door closed, a small smile managed to escape from my lips. he saved me just in time, before i hit my head on the floor.

that must've hurt, considering he was in so much pain when his hyungs had left him. yet, he caught me in time. i was safe in his arms.

i pulled the covers to my face as i felt my cheeks reddening. maybe, even though he's a jerk, he could be a decent man at times.